Letters From My Studio # 15
Wondering while Wandering…
…an artist’s limp toward finding ‘Radiance Through the Rain’
‘May the Rain of Suffering Soften Our Hearts,
Seeping Radiance to Our Thirsty Places.’
J. Douglas Thompson© 2023
…we, as chosen and trusted, sent one’s to deliver healing, installed as small islands within another nation enclosed in adversarial territory. We speak, appealing to their best sensibilities to come and join the eternal festival…
Proverbs 13:17; 2 Corinthians 5: 20 paraphrase JDT
Things That Were and Yet to Come
To remember
To recall
To taste
To swirl them all.
And this I paint
As mind unearth’s
Those pictures fine
Once taken when
On distant shores
My eyes roved wide
And saw and captured
Yes, each side
Those passing scenes
That rolled so fair
And those I saved
Within
Mind’s eye
And banked them well
To then retell
At will,
To spill
Them forth
On canvas blank
As sharing gifts with those
Who wished, but never could.
It fills me rich
To capture stills
And movement thrills
As in my mind
I sit
In darkness to imbibe
The smells
And sights
The tastes
Just right
And hear the sounds
That ring at night
That touch my soul
And yes my skin
With long delight.
And yet…
It seems my mind
In constant whirl
Demands to know
That if,
As we recall,
So also could we then install
Our future hopeful thoughts
Of deep
Imaginations wrought
And dive the depths
To where we touch
The Spirits
Careful care they’ve brought
To, yes, that special place
Where only do we know
With them
Where gravity is there and then,
Suspended here or not,
Without a thought
We float, we fly
And laugh, goodbye
Our worries past,
Our anxious thoughts forever dashed
The joy of being ever-last.
A place
Me thinks
Where surf and sand co-mingle one
And light and breezes touch that shore
And we are left forevermore
And can’t ignore
The play of joy brought to the fore
Which leaves us breathless evermore
As we together seem to soar
With them the
Three in one,
That triune dance
Impossible
To be undone
As on that everlasting shore
A sense, of peace intense, so sweet
We rest
Our souls
In satiated,
Full,
Complete,
We find, we are
At last at home
With those
The three
And those
We loved
So long before
And those to be
That future ‘We’
Forever free
Forevermore
In every way
Completely.
J. Douglas Thompson, © 2023
‘The Beach’ 40 X 60, Acrylic on Canvas, © J. D. Thompson